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'HE WAS A PRINCE OF POWER AND MIGHT'
He was a prince of power and might
But yesternight;
To-day
A senseless lump of coffined clay,
To hide away.
His life was one long holiday,
Careless of sorrows;
A ceaseless whirligig of play—
No thought for morrows.
His talents slept,
Securely hid,
'Neath social custom's ponderous lid;
And all men kept
The vast white pearls
Of truth from him,
